In the depth of twilight thoughts, elephants charm the clouds, dancing to the whispers of forgotten metals...
Triangle clocks measure moments in laughter, each second fragments smeared with the colors of inkblots of yesterday.
Kite strings tangle with question marks; the wind is a philosopher wrapping silent secrets into a tapestry of who-what-where-when.
Corrupt jellybeans sing anthems of geometries on the horizon—baked ambitions à la cómo measur; all of it webbed.
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